The Painter of Dreams

I felt myself drifting off to sleep When my head snapped up and I realized I was asleep yet awake Everywhere I looked there were paintings in the sky I reached up to the one labeled love Grasped it to my chest and felt so much love I cried. I reached into the sky again and grabbed pleasure Holding it next to my heart I started to feel intense pleasure I was into it totally now and had to grab another I reached up and grabbed hope It trembled in my hands Quivered like a feather in a breeze Touched me so deeply for I knew that hope was something Mankind did not understand or even believe in anymore I gently place it back into the painted sky One more I had to touch Standing on tiptoe I reached up and grabbed Knowledge wanting to know everything I was knocked to my knees Did not know the power of knowledge Did not know that every secret In the world was in that word It would not let me put it back It continued and continued to fill my senses, my brain, my heart. When I could stand no more it flew out of my hands and took its place back in the painted sky When I was able to stand again I shook and trembled and knew I had gone to a place where we Are not allowed to go, too much for our minds to understand When I finally stood I was awake Standing in my bedroom holding my Face in my hands crying sobs at what I had seen in the Painter of Dreams landscape